wow…really great progression from the scarves to the scarves again…there was once that sunning about may have been the thing, and plastic but it does not last and we all face that dark depths of black at some point…

Oh my goodness, this nearly took my breath away.
I don’t always have time to comment – often I can only just read –
but I had to tell you, this is so beautiful: deceptively simple, lyrical,
poignant, and I love the creative form. I think I’m hooked! I’ll be back.

Love the alliteration and framing in the first five and final five. This is my favorite line: “littered with sun bleached bones”

What a beautiful comparison of death by drowning (as in the Titanic) and death by drowning in emptiness/sin/addiction perhaps. I also see the possibility that the first stanza is about mass death while the second takes a personal look regarding one person.

Excellent, broody mood piece, full of light and shadow–had me thinking of all the drowned beneath the sea, the folly of man, and finally, the persistence of beauty we can’t really eradicate, whatever form it may morph to. Beautiful language in this as well.